#zevran x mahariel

[snacobie]

Warden shit is so stressful

[milton-chamberlain]

full

[gaiah]

The first meeting

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[chimeowrical]

Stupid handsome Zevran

[resolart]

couldn’t beat the bisexual disaster allegations 😔💕 or the felony charges 😔💔

[proffbon]

No, but you see, the fact that Zevran gives out +1 approval after each time you have sex with him is actually crucial to the ludonarrative harmony of my playthrough.

Each time Zevran was slightly upset with me over some minor decision or dialogue option (especially after I maxed out his approval and gave out all of the gifts I found), I tried to cover over this by inviting him to my tent. So, in essence, he and my character were having makeup sex.

Which is actually perfect for the romance progression if you play it out the way I do, that is, going through the earring argument. You might think 'What does that have to do with anything?', but remember, which romance dialogue happens right after the whole earring fiasco (not counting the 'thanks for saving me from crows' one, because this is not exclusively a romance talk)? That's right, Zevran refusing to have sex with you because he caught the feels. But why would you be inclined to invite him to your tent next thing after you had a falling out? Because you're trying to make up! Because that's what you usually do! And boom, this is when it all happens, and the fact that the whole argument was started because the earring 'wasn't a sign of affection' makes the whole situation even more perfect by making Zevran stew over this thought for some time and recontextualize your whole relationship.

[andrastes-cheeks]

Indescribable,

You are beyond all the words

I have ever known.

I realized I haven’t drawn my Mahariel and Zevran nearly enough which is a crime.

[ghostwise]

He was a boy in a brothel in Rialto, named Sorrow. He was a man on a ship to Ferelden, named Zevran. No, he was in the forest—he was in the temple—he was dreaming...

Reached 1k views on my fic and I celebrated by drawing a mockup cover for it 🌱🏹🗡️💞💘

[haequation]

in celebration of losing all hope for da:dw, here’s some gays

[yunnd3]

Leggy!!

My Warden and Zevran;3

[rosella-writes]

How about 'pulling them closer into their arms' for whoever you want to feel somft about??

Okay yeah, here’s some tent snuggles for Rhiannon and Zevran. 💚

I could warm your bed.

“Not like that, Zev,” she told him.

“What better way is there?” asked the son of a whore, raised by whores.

Rhiannon thought of his mother — who had never gotten to hold her son, to teach him another kind of touch. The others had tried, she was sure, but there was only so much they could have done. And then the Crows came.

So she pulled his hands away from her hips and looped his arm around her waist instead.

He was only slightly shorter and smaller than she, but she still pulled him close as if he weighed next to nothing. His body was tense, only for a moment, then relaxed as she settled his head on her shoulder and put her nose to his scalp. All his tight muscle, rope-firm under his skin, became soft and softer still as she began to play with his long, soft hair.

What was absentminded for her was revolutionary for him. He didn’t seem to know what to do — it was only when she cuffed his wrist again and pulled it around to her back that he finally let his arm drape over her waist. He seemed like he was holding his breath, but then she scratched at a spot at the nape of his neck and he let out a huff of air beneath her ear.

“There you are, love,” she murmured, so quietly she could barely even hear herself.

He pulled back, but his body wasn’t tense — she turned to look down at him, just to find him looking at her with a soft expression in those amber eyes. It was completely unlike when he wanted to kiss her, or tried to turn on the charm. He blinked slowly, hummed as she continued to rub gently at his scalp, then let his eyes droop shut.

Rhiannon lost track of time. The glow of the fire past the canvas wall of their tent dimmed, and dimmed, then was gone. Only blue light remained to cast shadows on Zevran’s relaxed face and highlight each of his long, pale lashes. She lost herself in touching him — smoothing wrinkles from his forehead with the flat of her thumb, pressing the tips of her fingers into the tight, stressed muscles of his shoulders and neck, scratching her nails down his back, over his shirt, to soothe instead of rile up. At some point he began breathing out happy little hums of pleasure at the touch.

By the time she’d nearly drifted off, Zevran had fully relaxed, with his legs entangled with hers and his hand tucked beneath the hem of her shirt to rest against the warmth of her back. She sleepily pulled back again and looked at him, just to find him watching her from beneath nearly-shut lids.

“What?” she chuckled, then touched her nose to his.

He didn’t respond with words — instead, he smiled, then kissed her. Not on the mouth, despite her lips being so near, but on her cheek, then her chin. Then he tucked his face into the curve of her neck and pressed one last, chaste kiss to her throat before humming a contented sigh.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“And I you,” he murmured, “my Grey Warden.”

[snacobie]

I missed them so

[milton-chamberlain]

I decided to draw Zevran's and Alen's clothes for the sake of interest, and seriously, the more you think about the logic of armor in fantasy settings, the worse it gets for you

but I didn't change much in his clothes, because despite the unreality, I really like the design of DA armor (especially in DA2). I only removed the plates from Zevran's boots and hands, and replaced Alen's boots with classic dalish windings.

but the most important thing is that I finally drew them together, because Alen is ACTUALLY LITTLE HIMBO (let's omit the fact that he is sometimes a fucking terminator killer) and in general is higher than Zevran, who, as for me, should be thinner, because as far as I remember, he himself said that he was not that he is strong, he is more likely to poison and seduce:D

[gaiah]

ZevWarden week day 4: Work and Pleasure

[chimeowrical]

Doing ur boyfriend’s eyeliner 💕

[perkeleen-lavellan]

Here's a little holiday spirit for everyone. You can now go grab the Love Across Thedas zine on itch.io for free, and find this artwork and much, much more inside, including plenty of fanfiction and digital merch.

@loveacrossthedaszine Extra thanks and much love to everyone who worked on the zine, but especially the mods.

(For anyone interested in what I was thinking when I was drawing this tune in below)

I wanted to do nanders because I pretty exclusively just do art about my player characters and their beaus otherwise. But nanders is one of those ships that I have been carrying my torch for since day one, or day 6 months in more like, with the pace I do my playthroughs in. Regardless, they were my favourite part about Awakening, and the greatest tragedy in Dragon Age is that they still haven't reunited for longer than 5 minutes in some dank darkspawn tunnel! So I set out to fix that.

I wanted to create a scene where the Amaranthine Wardens, my Mahariel and Zevran included, would go meet Anders in the middle after what happened to the Kirkwall Chantry, to keep him safe, and the team could finally get that more permanent reunion.

Due to my own headcanons the Amaranthine crew is also having a bit of an exodus, since they're in the middle of planning to go rogue from the rest of the Wardens. Oops :). All in all they're a bunch of outcasts right now, but they have each other.

And of course Nathaniel brought Pounce with them too.